Xia Yuandao shouted loudly, but the trembling in his voice revealed his panic.
"What do you mean there's no evidence?" Fu Zhun's dark eyes were deep as he looked down at him coldly.
At this moment, the surrounding subordinates immediately shouted in response: "We are willing to testify for Your Highness! Xia Yuandao attempted to assassinate Your Highness in public, a crime that cannot be forgiven!"
Fu Zhun nodded slightly, looking at Xia Yuandao as if he were looking at an ant.
"Did you hear that? The witnesses are all there. Anything else to say?"
Xia Yuandao's face turned ashen.
I never expected that when I turned the tables on Su An, Fu Zhun would also falsely accuse me!
It was so close... How hateful! How hateful!
Knowing he had no chance of survival, a desperate madness flashed in his eyes, and he laughed loudly: "Fu Zhun, if you kill me, the Northern Hu will never let you go, and Great Chu will perish sooner or later!"
"Then you're just daydreaming." Fu Zhun scoffed lightly, then suddenly swung his sword, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
With a dull thud, blood splattered, and Xia Yuandao's head rolled to the ground instantly, his wide-open eyes still filled with terror and resentment.
Fu Zhun's eyes flashed with disdain, then he looked at his subordinates around him, his voice steady and authoritative: "Report the assassination of Xia Yuandao to the court truthfully. Today's actions are for the peace of the Great Chu, and there is no room for doubt."
"yes!"
After noon, Su An heard the news of Fu Zhun's assassination, and his heart skipped a beat.
Ignoring the fact that he hadn't had enough rest, he rushed to Fu Zhun's room.
"Master, Miss Su is running this way."
Fu Zhun returned from the dungeon covered in blood. He had just finished bathing and changing his robes when he heard An Yi's report.
"You ran here?"
Could it be that they heard about the assassination attempt he had spread...?
He smiled slightly, dismissed his servants, and entered the room just as Su An hurriedly pushed open the door and burst in.
"Fu Zhun! I heard you were assassinated by that scoundrel Xia. Are you alright?!"
Hearing Su An's panting voice, filled with worry, Fu Zhun's sense of amusement grew even stronger.
He leaned against his wheelchair and coughed weakly a few times. Then, coordinating with the circulation of his internal energy, he temporarily stagnated his blood and qi, making his face appear abnormally pale.
It resembles the finest mutton fat jade, yet it has lost its warm luster, revealing a heartbreaking sense of weakness.
"Cough... I'm not seriously injured, I just caught myself off guard and suffered some internal injuries."
An Yi, who was guarding outside, was suddenly dumbfounded: "..."
Huh? What?
Is the prince confused? He's starting to talk nonsense!
Xia Yuandao clearly had no chance whatsoever of making a move!
But Su An, who was inside the house, didn't think so.
Upon seeing Fu Zhun's pale, bloodless face, she suddenly felt an urge to dig up Xia Yuandao's corpse and kill him again.
"That treacherous bastard, I heard you killed him with a single stab. He got off too easy, his ancestors for eight generations!"
Su An gritted her teeth, but seeing Fu Zhun's pained frown, she asked nervously, "Has the divine doctor examined him? How serious is the condition? Is there anything I can do?"
The three questions left Fu Zhun speechless for a moment. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "A little rest will do the trick. If you can also have a massage to regulate your meridians, you might recover even faster."
"Massage is easy, let me help you to bed and lie down."
Upon hearing this, Su An immediately pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, gently placed one hand on Fu Zhun's shoulder, and used the other hand to help him up from behind.
With a slight effort, Fu Zhun used the momentum to lift himself up from the wheelchair, his body inevitably tilting towards Su An.
"Thank you for your help."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Fu Zhun suddenly chuckled and spoke.
Her breath brushed against his ear, carrying a seductive warmth that made Su An's cheeks flush instantly.
"You've saved me so many times, I'm not heartless, of course I should take care of you even at the cost of my life..." Su An muttered unconsciously, her head feeling hot.
As she helped him to the bed, her fingers inadvertently touched Fu Zhun's chest. The firm, hot touch made Su An's heart race again, and she pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.
Wow!
She was just acting out of a sense of duty, so why did she suddenly lose control and feel her heart flutter?
Su An was embarrassed, but the next moment a strong hand grabbed her wrist.
Fu Zhun looked at her with deep black eyes, a half-smile on his face: "Weren't you going to give me a massage? You've changed your mind?"
Su An: "..."
After being single for a long time, even this hand with its distinct knuckles seems quite attractive.
No, no, she is a true gentleman!
Su An kept convincing herself, her face flushed, and lifted Fu Zhun's robe, "Grandpa, lie down, I'll massage your legs for you right away!"
The soft fingers started with Fu Zhun's calves, pressing rhythmically, sometimes kneading, sometimes patting, trying to soothe the imagined internal injury to his meridians.
Fu Zhun lowered his eyes, looking at her flushed, apple-like, alluring face, and the soft, delicate touch between her legs, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
A subtle ambiguity lingered from the bed.
Outside the window, An Yiyi twitched wildly, gazing at the sky with a complex expression.
Where did his iron-blooded prince go?
Why does the prince become so... sickeningly nauseatingly disgusting every time he meets Miss Su?! It's unbearable to look at!
He needs to be replaced! Whoever wants to take this shift can do it!
"By the way, did you get anything out of Xia Yuandao during your interrogation? Why would he suddenly try to assassinate you?"
Unaware of the person outside's rant, Su An suddenly remembered the main point.
While receiving the massage, she looked up and cast a questioning glance.
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhun clenched his fist, a barely perceptible hint of guilt flashing in his eyes.
He pursed his lips slightly and calmly said, "Xia Yuandao is a wolf in sheep's clothing, attempting to disrupt national security. Assassinating me was just one part of his plan. He thought that by killing me, he could open the door to invading the Great Chu."
However, after hearing this, Su An's surprise deepened.
"Even if he has the biggest ambitions, he wouldn't choose to do it in prison. Wouldn't that be courting death?"
Xia Yuandao was able to remain hidden for so long without revealing his identity, which shows he is very patient. Why would he do something that even a fool wouldn't do?
How strange!
“Hmm…” Fu Zhun’s gaze shifted slightly. He cleared his throat and changed the subject, saying, “There’s no need to worry about the dead. However, His Majesty’s envoy will arrive soon. This interrogation by the court will surely be no small matter. You should be prepared.”
Having weathered many storms, Su An was confident in himself and immediately nodded in assurance.
Two days later, Su An followed Fu Zhun and met the so-called envoy at the entrance of the inn.
The other person was dressed entirely in black, with a veil covering their face, revealing only a pair of cold, sinister eyes that were sharp and unsettling, like hooks.
Behind him followed a group of royal guards, all clad in armor and exuding an aura of hostility.
The black-clad envoy strode forward, his inexplicable gaze first sweeping over Su An, then pausing sharply before piercing straight at Fu Zhun.
"Prince Zhenbei, kneel down immediately to receive the decree and punishment!"
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